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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning. Had a few too many beers last night, and instead of going to sleep with only Calea in my blood, I had probably a few percentages alcohol in there. Anyways I did have a random dream. Not sure if it was two dreams, but they had the same "theme" so what the heck, I'll write it as one.

Bedtime: 02.00ish

12.45: Black gangsters
I'm down at town square and I take off all my clothes except my underwear. I walk a few meters and come to a large outdoors tub filled with foam. I take a bath and is soon joined by a few black guys. My co-worker Snusknicke is sitting in his excavator next to the tub. "Haha yeah this is so gay, taking a bath with several other dudes" I say and he laughs. I realise that the one closest to me, isn't a guy at all, it's a girl.

She starts talking about how hasch is so misunderstood and people are judging her so quickly. She's talking in a very sluggish kinda way and I can tell she's a crackhoe. I leave the tub and walk back to my clothes, it seems like forever ago since I took them off, and I worry that someone might have taken them. "God damnit! My headphones and my wallet was in my pants" I think for myself. I find my sweater and my shirt, but no pants.

A few meters away under some rubble, I find them and I'm relieved. I'm suddenly taking care of this small baby aligator and it's snapping at everything. A black crow comes up to it and I realise it must be its mother! I feel very happy when they are rejoined.

This is very like my normal, waking self. I am often very selfish in my dreams. The dream changes and I'm walking between two large white buildings. They appear to be abandoned and I can see why. There's a gangwar going on on the street.

A single african guy is standing in the middle of the street, shooting at a couple of people further down, who are behind boxes and statues. I hug the wall to not get hit by the bullets coming from multiple AK-47's. One by one, the people behind the boxes go down, and I can tell they can't aim for shit. The lone guy on the other hand seems to be VERY skilled at it. Near the end the five or so remaining people go down within seconds as he adapts this army-like shooting style. Fast, methodical headshots.

I can see his right arm is wounded and he puts it in a sling, but other than that. He is unscathed. He smile as he reach the small hill of rubble and people, and runs off the other way. Just another day in the African ghetto.

Wake up: 12.45

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Food before bed: 1 x Calea extract pill (around 1 g) Lotsa beer.

That's it! I will try calea out in a few weeks, and only once during the weekend. It doesn't seem to give me much, but I have to admit it does give alot of clarity and apparently I dream about gangsters when I'm on it. We'll see next time I try it.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!